| You buried your veil and laid in the mire
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| Glorified in iodine
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| All the while, half asleep the whole time
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| Circulation gets cut off from the knots that you tie
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| You lose count of the days as it kills you from the inside
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| The colors run and leave your pain exposed
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| Every layer monochrome, dull in the shine
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| You feel the weight but can’t atone
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| Abandon your pride
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| As if your body belonged to the sea
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| All the air escapes from your lungs
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| There is a fever in your blood
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| Your pockets full of stones, a porcelain touch
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| You saw this coming, it felt like home
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| It felt like all of your walls crumbling
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| There’s a fever in your blood
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| All of your walls crumbling
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| All of your walls crumbling
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| There’s a fever in your blood
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| There’s a fever in your blood
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| There’s a fever in your blood
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| There’s a fever in your blood
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| There’s a… |